It is whispered that there is a place where countless paths intertwine, and the people who walk them share a strange tradition: from early childhood, they gather heavy stones and carry them upon their backs. Everyone did so, and no one knew how this curious practice began—nor could anyone imagine that it was possible to do otherwise.
So it was with our little wanderer: as he grew older, he knew only one thing—heaping new stones atop the mound on his back and moving forward, each step heavier and slower than the last.
On one of his journeys, he befriended a celestial companion—a great, bright star. At night it lit his way, and by day it warmed his heart with memories of twilight tales.
Then, under an enchanting, mysterious sky, the star led him to the most beautiful flower, glowing with a soft, radiant pink light, luminous as the rising sun.
The man rejoiced at the sight. He sat beside the flower and said,
“I’ve never met such a magical being before. How do you shine so brightly?”